toutly. "It's only a joke, and it can't
do any harm. Mother didn't know it was a different baby, and I don't
believe Mrs. Harrison will know either."

Trim and tidy once more the two friends went downstairs.

As they were on the stairs they heard the sound of the telephone bell.

Mrs. Maynard answered it, and in a moment Gladys realized that her own
mother was talking at the other end of the wire.

After a short conversation, Mrs. Maynard hung up the receiver, and said:

"Mrs. Fulton says that Mr. Fulton has come home quite unexpectedly and
that they are going for an afternoon's motor ride. She wants both of you
girls to go, but she says you must fly over there at once, as they're
all ready to start. She tried to tell us sooner, but couldn't get a
connection on the telephone."

"But we haven't had luncheon," said Marjorie, "and I'm fairly starving."

"They're taking luncheon with them," explained Mrs. Maynard. "And you
must go at once, not to keep Mr. Fulton waiting. Of course, you needn't
go if you don't want to, Midge."

"Oh, I do! I'm crazy to go! And luncheon in baskets is such fun! What
shall I wear, Mother?"

"Go just as you are. That frock is quite clean. Put on your hat and
coat, and I'll get a long veil for you."

Gladys had already run off home, and Marjorie was soon equipped and
ready to follow.

As she flew out of the door, she remembered the joke about the babies.

"Oh, Mother, I've something to tell you!" she cried.

"Never mind now," said Mrs. Maynard, hurrying her off. "It will keep
till you get back. And I hate to have you keep the Fultons waiting.
They're in haste to start. So kiss me, and run along."

Even as she spoke, Dick Fulton appeared, saying he had been sent to
hurry Marjorie up; so taking Dick's hand, the two ran swiftly down the
path to the gate. Mrs. Maynard watched Marjorie's flying feet, and after
she was out of sight around the corner, the lady returned to the house.

With a glance at the sleeping child, she turned to Mrs. Harrison, who
was just coming downstairs.

"Totty is sleeping sweetly," she said, "so come at once to luncheon,
Mildred."

"In a moment, Helen. I think I'll take off her cap and coat; she'll be
too warm."

"You'll waken her if you do."

"Oh, well, she'll drop right to sleep again; she always does. And
anyway, it's time she had a drink of milk."

"Very well, Mildred. You take off her wraps, and I'll ask Sarah to warm
some milk for her."

Mrs. M